Late Friday Night Just turned nineteen That sweet spot in time The four years Beer and wine drinking age Dropped just in time Now legal for a change My now erstwhile crew Would roll into Scatscio's For a pitcher or two Plus a marginal pizza That left the roof of your mouth Burned but satisfied Hugo would tickle the ivories In this ersatz piano lounge My introduction to Adult late night entertainment Just about the time This song appeared On the FM radio playlist
Scatscio's was in A large frame house Transformed into A neighborhood lounge I don't remember Which of our crew discovered The pair of blue boxer shorts Under a square piece Of loose particle board Lying on the floor In the upstairs terlet
But for many years When going to hear Hugo For a quaff and a munch One of us was compelled To do the underpants check By lifting the board For a peek and a giggle The blue boxers stayed Silent and persistently present Under a particle board Lying on the floor Of the piano lounge terlet